Lanes of Battle

On Wednesday evening, Sifa bought two days' worth of food. When he pushed open the door to the Seer Caven's home on Black Palm Street, he saw the Seer, dressed in a classical black robe and looking every bit the charlatan, searching all over for something.

"What are you doing?" Sifa set the food on the table and found himself missing refrigerators. If this world had refrigerators, he wouldn't have to risk going out to buy food.

"Lan Qi, my cat!"

Caven said nervously, "I can't find him. I just went to the bedroom to get something, and he disappeared."

"He may have gone outside. No, I have to look for him. What if he's lost—"

Without thinking, Sifa grabbed the Seer, who was about to run outside. "Maybe you've forgotten that someone out there is keeping an eye on you. Besides, he's just a cat. If he's lost, he's lost."

"No!"

Caven said seriously, "He isn't just a cat. He's my only family!"

Sifa froze for a moment before saying, "Sorry. I didn't know he was that important to you. But aren't you a Seer? You can perform Divination on your cat. No, on Lan Qi."

"See whether he's in danger and whether he'll come back. In any case, it's better not to go outside unless necessary."

Caven nodded and decided to follow the bodyguard's advice. He pulled a golden sun pendant from his collar and used the Pendulum Method to perform Divination.

Sifa, meanwhile, put the food, the newspapers he had bought, and the other items on the table.

Soon, he heard Caven let out a breath of relief and asked, "What was the result?"

A smile appeared on Caven's face. "He'll come back."

Sifa unfolded a newspaper and said while reading, "That's good. By the way, is